【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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[ He’s yanked into the wardrobe with a (thankfully) soft noise of surprise, as Fuuta manages to manhandle one of the few people in the resort with a worse constitution than his.
But at least Baizhu’s smart enough to catch on and hunker down with, even reaching up to draw the hanging costumes above them shut to curtain them off. ]
[ Baizhu stares at the insect parts with utter fascination. These props are certainly quite realistic! But he’s quick to turn his attention back to Gregor with a pleasant smile and a chuckle at that quip. ]
Oh, I much prefer them on my bed, really.
[ He’s kidding. Probably. But with little recourse but to play along with these movie-making shenanigans, he doesn’t hesitate to kick off his shoes and climb on top of the bed. Unlike Gregor, his costume isn’t quite so gaudy—mere gray and black hanfu to offset his bright green hair. The ensemble is giving Ghost of Christmas Kung Fu, really.
But at least they’re relatively easy to take off for the nude scenes. ]
May I take that candle?
[ He doesn’t want this poor man to catch fire, after all, even if it makes for a very dramatic prop for…fuck if he knows, honestly. Baizhu isn’t good at this movie business to begin with. ]
The so-called fanclub have attacked people I actually wanna get to know better, thinking I'd be happy about it.
And the residents here... it's not like they know "me," they value my rank, right? If I were a 2, they wouldn't care at all, so it doesn't really mean anything.
[ No question about that. Although now she has to actually consider what "saving him" actually entails in this instance... She hadn't spotted him being particularly friendly with anyone else they'd been in this particular scene with so... ]
And in the absence of your own Kirijo Mitsuru I will consider it my duty to take her place in such circumstances. [ You know, circumstances where he really might die if he doesn't have sex with anyone. She speaks as though she is absolutely taking this seriously, as with most things and why shouldn't she? He's in serious danger here. And if there's nobody else to help him, well-
[Well. He certainly walked right into that one. Vanitas was betting on Oushi growing more flustered with his antics, not have it turned around on him like that. He could count on one hand the amount of people he's been naked and alone with since getting here, and before that the number was closer to 0 than 1.
But he puts on a mask of indifference, trying not to react and just watching the other boy cautiously. He has no choice but to reassess the situation. Still, as long as he kept going with the undressing part, maybe the conversation would serve the purpose of passing that time. Vanitas inhales too suddenly when Oushi's fingers find that the buttons are nice but also very much functional.]
Sometimes when vampires bite humans that they really like, they'll leave marks on them like this. [Maybe that was too simple of an explanation, but the whole story is one he's resistant to go into under these circumstances.] Sometimes they don't have control over it, and other times it's intentional.
[Vanitas wraps his hands around Oushi's wrists, not pushing them away, but not letting go either. He can't decide.] Wait.. [He doesn't think he has underwear on underneath, and the pants aren't tight but they fit very snug. When he looks up at Oushi again his face is red and his blue eyes are glaring at him.]
[. . . heh. the way Minato's gaze bashfully flickers away is. . . charming. Akira feels a swell of heat bubble to life in his stomach as he watches, satisfaction lacing every corner of his smile, which now edges on precipice of a self-satisfied smirk. smug asshole!1]
[a hum vibrates across the skin of Minato's lower thigh, before Akira draws his lips further up, scattering a few more warm, lingering-yet-gentle, kisses in his wake. the hand at the back of Minato's knee glides downward, now tracing the curves of Minato's calves, his touch just as reverent as Minato supposes. he is taking his time! drawing things out!! lingering on the before instead of swiftly charging towards the after. it's a sharp juxtaposition to how heated and frantic their last encounter had been]
I don't say things unless I mean them. Mmm. . . I think you know me well enough by now to understand that.
[one last kiss is pressed against Minato's upper thigh, right on the edge of indecency. . . before Akira finally draws back, shifting his attention to the other leg, still clad in a thigh-high sock as it is]
[. . .]
[and a lacy garter. Akira inhales a sharp breath, letting it out as a small laugh as he plucks at that particular piece of delicate fabric between his fingers]
Huh. I suppose the costume department really did know what it was doing.
[ that expert swerving bought oushi all of ten seconds of reprieve. before too long, the topic of conversation swung right back around to the actual matter at hand (quite literally, as the case may be) and now that the pair of them are confronted with the inevitable, oushi is forced to address the very thing he'd been hoping to avoid even having to think about.
fortunately, vanitas addresses it in a way that oushi actually knows how to respond, and without any hesitation. ]
I'm not the kind of creep who'd look without permission.
[ which is truly a wild thing to say when one factors in everything that didn't beget permission about all of this, but. he is sincere in that, at least, and it helps to somewhat dull the intensity of his own blush.
he hopes, anyway.
of course, not looking at what his hands now carefully work at, it leaves him with little other option than to keep looking into vanitas' eyes........... honestly he isn't sure which would have been worse after all.
desperate, his mind scrambles onto the only other thing he can think of, apart from how soft and smooth the skin is when his fingers accidentally curl around a hip instead of another set of buttons. ]
...Don't vampires bite on the neck? Why's the mark on your hand?
[oof-- guess there is someone behind him, completely blocking his escape. Akira feels his shoulders go stiff at that realization, before he forces himself to relax. it's fine! this guy and his. . . many twins. . . does not seem dangerous. just kind of goofy, but in a lighthearted way]
I'm not. You just startled me.
[Cater number four gets a pinched cheek for his trouble]
[ Not like any of them have much of a choice. Red "ignorantly" walks over to the mat and sits down, toeing out of her shoes, trying to affect a look of curiosity and blissful ignorance. One that flickers a little as Ishmael whispers to her. There's a moment's hesitation and then she murmurs in reply. ]
I'll do my best. I trust you. So... do what you need to do. [ Or want to do. She's not sure which it is.
Either way, she tries to keep that expression on her face. ]
And...? [ She holds her hands out, as if she expects Ishmael to hand her an end of the rope or something. ]
[ The on-screen bullshit is just that - bullshit. Red would rather get this over with as fast as she can, honestly. But seeing Cellinia again, getting close - it's nice. Even if it's less than ideal to have it be under the eyes and recording devices of so many other people. She takes a long breath and just sits there, savoring her presence. It's so strange - it hasn't felt that long to her, but there's still an ache of absence, as if she's coming back after a long time.
She doesn't quite know what to do about that. Or even if she should.
Cellinia's words rouse her a little and she laughs. ]
...they did say that, huh?
[ She tilts her head and brushes her nose against Cellinia's. ]
I kinda want to make myself scarce for a bit. And see you again. [ Without all of the camera crew following them around. ]
I was gone, apparently. [ She doesn't say exactly what that means or what she thinks, but she's worried about Cellinia. ]
Want to get out of here for a bit? Think we've got a trailer.
[ Whoa. The manner in which Oushi quips his response is certainly noted by Minato. The early sympathy has long disappeared and is replaced with an arch of the brow. ...well, he's probably just agitated from waking up in a pretty strange place. It's easy to write the reaction off in that way. ]
...yeah. Pretty much.
[ Spot on, actually. Maybe Oushi doesn't need anyone to get him up to speed. That just means less work for Minato, something that he's all too happy to accept. He glances around the trailer and, because there are no other chairs available, decides to settle back on the floor with his back against the wall, legs stretched out and crossed demurely at the ankles.
It doesn't seem he realizes this gives Oushi a clear view of his white lacy socks with tiny heart patterns stitched into the fabric. ]
[fingers brush against that zipper, lingering there to trace the edges of the metal tab as Akira leans forward, lips hovering close to what little skin is exposed at the back of his companion's neck. his next words are low, muttered quietly, only for Scott to hear. not that there is anyone around to watch them, but. . . still]
Because I'm not.
[which is about all the warning Scott gets before Akira tugs that zipper down. be bold and brazen all of the time, Cyclops! it's a good thing!!]
A small smile breaks across Minato's face, one tinged with a hint of melancholy. Even across timelines, and even across universes, it seems Kirijo Mitsuru at her core was still the same person. ]
...I'm sorry for troubling you.
[ The line between one's duty and one's burden is easily blurred. He's not entirely sure where their current conundrum lands. ]
I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with.
[ This is, perhaps, the most resolute tone he's ever taken with this particular Kirijo Mitsuru. And he's putting his foot down over that, whether or not it might result in his demise. ]
[ Kong Qiu's eyes narrow darkly, searching for falsehood. A part of the City with no awareness that the City exists... Is that possible?
... Well, it doesn't matter if it is. If this individual believes her own words, then he must accept this new Way, following it to its end until an answer to this paradox reveals itself. ]
I ask that you start from the beginning, and share what knowledge you deem necessary.
[ Only with knowledge can the true Way come forth. Kong Qiu, for all the violence he's promised, does not feel a sense of urgency, or fear, or even self-consciousness in his thin robe. He simply waits for the knowledge to present itself, his expression both serene and grave. ]
["All the facts" is gonna take more than Bakugo's willing to give. He had to learn a lot of things on his own, but also asked plenty of people about what he learned here and there. Yato professes he can handle things on his own, and Bakugo's more than willing to let him prove it. Sucks a lot of information about the Golden Peacock ends up being embarrassing or perverted, or both, and he's not gonna mortify himself by spilling it to a newbie!
On the one hand, it's impressive Yato's not freaking out. On the other hand... creepy.
Bakugo doesn't know any payout percentages from the casino, but plenty of people can make a good enough "living" by spending their time there. He prefers to hit up the arcade each morning and cash in a shit-ton of tickets from high scores on the game machines for vouches, good for clothes, food, and meals. That lets him conserve his chips for other things outside those three, without having to go to the casino for "spending money" if he wants. But he does tend to have pretty good luck and skill at the casino...]
I don't need anyone worrying about me; I've been here almost a year. [Which sucks, facing his own approaching anniversary. Still no closer to getting home than he was at first, even though he does have more cards to his deck. He's had to adapt. No one should be stuck here after getting kidnapped in the first place!]
If you're overwhelmed, then don't ask more questions! [Or think before you make excuses for yourself, dammit! (HE'LL DENY FRIENDSHIP TO THE END OF TIME!!)]
[ the socks are nice. it's such an extreme level of attention to detail that it snags oushi's attention in just the right way, helping to soothe a lot of the hackles that'd been raised. ]
It happened to me once before, [ he mulls, shoulders lowering into a far more contemplative set. ]
The place I came from, right before waking up here... [ his fingers itch to reach up to feel around his neck, but he's so afraid of what he might or might not find that he forces his hands to lace between his legs instead. ] it's not where I'm originally from.
[Even with the elephant in the room being given some spotlight, it doesn't make it any less awkward a situation to be in. And that response is a noble one, so Vanitas lets go of his wrists to allow him to continue. If Oushi responded any other way he might have tried to turn around for the rest of it, but he believes that the other boy doesn't think of himself as a creep.
That's good enough for him. The eye contact is...disarming, but Vanitas stubbornly holds his gaze like this is the boss fight at the end of an intense game of chicken. Oushi's hands ending up where they're unexpected almost breaks Vanitas' resolve, having to stifle the sound that comes out with his hand. He plays it off like he's showing the mark, but ends up breaking eye contact, and looking down.
It's fine, it's his own body, after all! But it sends a familiar and embarassingly unwelcome sensation through him. Shit.]
The vampire who bit me was like a.. [Mother? Father? It's hard to say. A little of both.] They rescued me from a difficult situation after I was orphaned. Neck biting seems a little bit intimate, don't you think. [His eyes dart back up to Oushi's, trying to think about anything but how close those hands are to other parts. Maybe Vanitas himself the true creep between them.]
[As unbelievable as it might be, Yato's being perfectly honest about his previous artistic pursuits. He's tried a LOT of jobs and careers in his time, including those pertaining to music. There's reasons a god can't make it in the human world, reasons that wouldn't affect normal people, thankfully.
No surprise about getting reprimanded for his lewd commentary, though. He's a bit of a perv when it comes down to it, though usually only in the 'admiring from afar' way. Doesn't mean he didn't enjoy an upskirt shot when a fellow goddess in a miniskirt was trying to kill him...]
Ah? Oh--! Um... Ehehe... Well, kinda...
[They aren't quite to that point, but there's definitely a closeness between them that goes beyond friendship. (Spoiler alert: they both have the hots for each other but are too shy to admit it, at least seriously.) Though Yato can't help being glad his Hiyori doesn't need to be subjected to this place.]
Thanks... That's one reason I'm determined to win my way out of here, no matter what it takes. I've got people waiting for me back home...!
[A flash of determination crosses his expression, though there's also a bit of sadness there as well. Try as he might, fifty-two people is a LOT of shagging to get done. Probably not something he can accomplish inside a few months, unless he went all out.
It's a bummer that the pickings of costumes for men are so slim, but that's typical. Maybe they should complain to the management about the rampant sexism and demand fair treatment! They could start a union, even! This is another in a long line of silly Yato delusions.]
Yeah, I sure did! Mine was pretty basic since I filled it out myself, but yours sounds horribly rude! That sort of thing is just uncalled for.
[ He does know Akira well enough by now to understand that. But knowing a fact and retaining it to one's memory is quite different from truly internalizing within one's very own heart.
Before he can verbally acknowledge that Akira's correct, there's another kiss planted on his upper thigh, this one rewarding Akira's boldness with a sharp inhale. It sends heat straight to his lower half, fingers curling a little tighter into his palms. By the Minato's grounded himself again, he's already lost his train of thought.
After all, Akira's already drawing back to inspect his other leg. Minato follows his gaze, lowering his own to rest on a lacy garter adorned with a small white bow. ]
I guess... they did pay attention to detail.
[ Minato lifts one of the hands at his side, gloved palm upturned to accompany his request. ]
Give me your hand.
[ In spite of the demand, there's a light flush in Minato's pale cheeks. ]
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